ASHLEY LOVES HIS car and I understand why. The Mustang purrs. If I"d hit the gas, I"d already be in Riverboro. I"ve stayed back to have some time alone, and just in case they might need me. The traffic on the interstate moved along at a relaxed pace. As Philadelphia came closer, science fiction distracted me. I was moving, the earth was moving, the universe was moving, so did Philadelphia actually come closer, or was I getting closer? Sometime, I"ll have to ask Ash about my grammar.
ASHLEY LOVES HISConfined to the silence of a three hour drive enabled me to examine my present situation. I"d returned to my world, but I hadn"t returned home. Renormalizing my life had yet to occur, although a residue of the abrupt departure from the nineteenth century faded faster than I would have expected.
